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In old new york
I'm still getting used to this layout. It's difficult to motivate myself to write here... I miss opendiary still. Today was an interesting day. I should really be asleep but my brain is on over...
so this writing thing...
It's been a while since I've sat down and written anything And I now realize it's going to be a little while longer. Oh attention span- you're so unpredictable these days.
My tarot scared some sense into me.
So, while borderlands is updating and taking forever, I shall use this time to vent about work, relationship and other bullshit. This morning (my morning is around 2-3pm because I work the grav...
Just a tad frustrated right now. My boyfriend land my best friends husband both started working with me at the factory a few weeks ago. I had been talking about it for weeks before they got hir...
9 years ago today
Living, coasting, breathing, floating- riding on the breeze Mundanity, and epic empathic vanity Making each day blow past A job that pays alright A man that loves me and makes me feel warm at nig...
A song for a love lost.
I am undeniably devastated about the demise of opendiary.com- I am turning 29 on Tuesday and I had had a diary on OD.com since I was 15 years old. There were so very, very many of my years writte...
Book Description
“Conversation between a princess and an outlaw:
“If I stand for fairy-tale balls and dragon bait–dragon bait–what do you stand for?”
“Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.”
“Frankly, it seems to me that you’ve turned yourself into a stereotype.”
“You may be right. I don’t care. As any car freak will tell you, the old models are the most beautiful, even if they aren’t the most efficient. People who sacrifice beauty for efficiency get what they deserve.”
“Well, you may get off on being a beautiful stereotype, regardless of the social consequences, but my conscience won’t allow it.”
“And I goddamn refuse to be dragon bait. I’m as capable of rescuing you as you are of rescuing me.”
“I’m an outlaw, not a hero. I never intended to rescue you. We’re our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
“Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.”
― Tom Robbins
There is a particularly unattractive and discouraging common affliction called tunnel vision, which, for all the misery it causes, ought to top the job list at the World Health Organization. Tunnel vision is a disease in which perception is restricted by ignorance and distorted by vested interest. Tunnel vision is caused by an optic fungus that multiplies when the brain is less energetic than the ego. It is complicated by exposure to politics. When a good idea is run through the filters and compressors of tunnel vision, it not only comes out reduced in scale and value but in its new dogmatic configuration produces effects the opposite of those for which it was originally intended.
That is how the loving ideas of Jesus Christ became the sinister cliches of Christianity. That is why virtually every revolution in history has failed: the oppressed, as soon as they seize power, turn into the oppressors, resorting to totalitarian tactics to “protect the revolution.” That is why minorities seeking the abolition of prejudice become intolerant, minorities seeking peace become militant, minorities seeking equality become self-righteous, and minorities seeking liberation become hostile (a tight asshole being the first symptom of self-repression).
from Still Life With Woodpecker (1980)
